We practiced, we ate, we practiced, and we slept. Eli stayed with me each night. He kissed me, over and over again, but any attempt of mine to move beyond that was met with a gentle refusal. As I started shielding my mind more reliably, Eli brought me to places with more people in closer proximity. I saw Liz, once, at the end of a hallway. I started toward her, but before I took two steps, Eli caught my arm in his hand. “No,” he said. “Her path isn’t yours.” After five days of him flinging thoughts at me, I could feel them bouncing off my mental walls, but they didn’t make me flinch, and they didn’t break through unless I let them. Finally, between one assault and the next, I opened my eyes, and flopped down onto my back. It took him a moment to even notice, and then he laughed. “What are you doing?” “Stretching,” I said. “I’m bored. I know how to do this now.” “When you’re focusing. Your control still slips when we’re in crowds—” “Yes, but I always get it back within a few seconds, and I don’t flip out any more.
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